Saturday, December 28, 2019

OK! So I'm a Bit Annoyed!


DirecTV
Customer Service
PO Bx 6550
Greenwood Village, CO 80155 

RE: Account #26403xxx (or maybe #7270xxx)

Dear Customer service,

This is regarding the bill that you have taken to sending me every month to tell me that I owe $94.40 on my account #26403xxxx. This, as you have explained, is for unreturned equipment that you have not received. As you can see from the attachments, and hopefully from your customer notes (if you keep such a thing), I returned my equipment per your instructions on 9/18/2019 at my local UPS store. They were the last custodians of the equipment and they documented it with the attached receipt. If the system that you set up with them to get this equipment returned broke down or if your receiving department is derelict in their duties, that is hardly my responsibility. So, you might understand why I resent all the time that I have had to spend on the phone and with customer service at the “greatest communication company in the world” trying to resolve this issue. As you might be able to read in my attached conversation notes on 11/14/19, your customer service person actually went off for several minutes to another department and came back with the welcome news that they had found the equipment and my account balance was being changed to zero. Unfortunately, your person did not document that breakthrough in corporate efficiency and the person I talked to on 12/14/19 could not find the records. Go figure!

 I did the due diligence of stopping again at the UPS Store today and talked with Dan who has been handling this complaint. He says you can gladly call him if you wish. 215-256-xxxx.

I will be keeping a copy of the stuff that I am sending you today so that next month, when you again send me the arrears notice, I can simply put these papers in the mail and resend them to you. 

For what it’s worth…

Ken Rutt

A Consumption Tax - (An Exercise in Voluntary Socialism)




Written November 5, 2012


Yesterday at church we were having a lesson on stewardship (care for) the earth. We were talking about the verse in Genesis 1:28 where it says God blessed them and said to them, “Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish in the sea and the birds in the sky and over every living creature that moves on the ground.” We were trying to understand what this should mean to us as we so uncaringly consume all this energy and resources. 

My brainstorm was that we, as a church, should impose a consumption tax on ourselves. For one week out of the year (at least to start) we should add up all our non-food purchases, gas, electric, merchandise, whatever we buy that week. Then we should take 10% of that total and pay it into a church fund. This money would then be given to some worthy cause that goes to help those who are in the unfortunate position of being exploited by our desire to have cheap goods and energy. The European Union has done this in principle by placing a high tax on each gallon of gasoline sold. It has caused a dramatic drop in consumption and a rise in energy awareness. I think if we as a church would voluntarily do this to ourselves, it could also make us more cautious (at least for that one week) about what we are consuming. It seems that no one ever starts to care about something until it costs them money. This voluntary “tax” would be a way of experiencing the pain of consumption but in a way that it allows us to make smart and helpful choices with that pain. Pain is, after all, supposed to help guide us away from the thing that is hurting us. If our over consumption is hurting us -- and hurting the world -- we need to feel that pain and do something about it. The pain of the smog-filled sky over Beijing is a pain that no American would stand for long if it was their hometown. But we don’t feel it from this side of the globe, so we don’t care about it. We need to start to care and come up with some good ways to channel that care into appropriate actions! Perhaps a tax on excessive consumption could serve as a starting point.

Note from December 28, 2019: This exercise is likely to become involuntary under the direction of a lot of the socialist candidates in today’s Democratic Party of Historical Amnesia. They would claim that this path will lead to a society of social equality and bliss. Why not experiment with it and see if all their promises are true. (Maybe we could prove all past experiments to be wrong. Maybe utopia does not necessarily lead to terror!) But at least this is an experiment that we can experience, learn from, and then stop. Not so with a government program of which Ronald Reagan said, "The nearest thing to eternal life we will ever see on this earth is a government program."

Digging Down Deeper

What is it that lies buried beneath the surface? What treasures lurk beneath our feet -- or inside the pages of a book? The scripture, Matthew 15: 21-39, had been the focus of our small group Bible study. We haf found that it is a collection of three distinct stories about Jesus’ ministry. What struck me, for the first time, was their interrelationship and the potential, underlying structure that they were intended to convey.

During our 6 AM, Saturday morning Bible study, one young man, Logan, was bemoaning the literature course that he is taking at college. He said that it is a study of screenplays by Shakespeare. The professor is always digging down into the minutia of the underlying thoughts and nuances that the film writer crafted into his films. “Take notice of the way there is a light streaming in through that distant window. See how you can barely make out the outlines of a hand reaching up into that light beam as if to arrest its progress across the room; to grasp desperately at that shaft of light? Think about how the film writer makes this an image to demonstrate the ethereal nature of truth! Blah, blah, blah…”  Logan, of course, being a young man with a rather less romantic mind was having none of this and wrote it off as foolishness. He was finding no enduring significance in delving into the nuances of Shakespearean thought.

But on farther consideration, I was able to piece together Logan’s groanings about British literature and contrast them with the wonderful significance that we had found during our study while digging deeply into the Matthew 15 scripture. We had found things of far greater significance than some “shadowy hand in the background.” And that is the true wonder, the true evidence of the divine inspiration of this sacred text. That is why there are literally libraries full of writing that have attempted to plumb its depth. Whole classes of people who tear it apart letter by letter, trying to squeeze out every detail of the story that our creator is trying to reveal to us. That is why we will be able to sit at the feet of our creator for 10,000 years and still find that it is as if the story telling has just begun. By contrast, when someone sits under my teaching for only 20 minutes, they are looking at their watch and getting ready to bolt out the door of the church to grab their Happy Meal at the local McDonald's. God’s discussion of the story of life and redemption is so much deeper and more compelling than ours that 10,000 years will only get Him through the preamble!

The first story was Matthew 15:22-28. A Canaanite woman from that vicinity came to him, crying out, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is demon-possessed and suffering terribly.”

23 Jesus did not answer a word. So, his disciples came to him and urged him, “Send her away, for she keeps crying out after us.”

24 He answered, “I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel.”

25 The woman came and knelt before him. “Lord, help me!” she said.

26 He replied, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.”

27 “Yes, it is, Lord,” she said. “Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.”

28 Then Jesus said to her, “Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.” And her daughter was healed at that moment.

What grabbed my attention in that first story, and made me start digging down into its nuances, was how uncharacteristic the action in this story was of Jesus. He was downright rude to this little Canaanite lady. He looked like a flaming racist calling this lady as a dog and refusing even to talk to her directly. It was only after the lady had thrust away his indelicate insinuations about her unworthiness and refused to go away that Jesus suddenly, almost explosively, relents, and pays her a compliment that elevates her above even his disciples and all the others around Him. “Oh woman! Great is your faith. Let it be to thee as you as you wish,” and her daughter was healed from that hour. Here this non-Jewish “dog” woman had shown such a high level of faith in Christ that she had pierced this wall of separation between the Jews and the Canaanites that Jesus appeared to be hiding behind.

But what is going on here? Why was Jesus shown as being so uncharacteristically rude to this poor woman? Why is he shown as a flaming racist in this story, but in the very next story, he is sitting indiscriminately with the whole motley crowd, healing everybody’s illnesses? This seemed to make no sense. How could I fit this story into the greater narrative of this chapter’s message about who Jesus is?  

Looking more closely at the women, we see that she addresses Jesus with the Hebrew title of Lord, Son of David. Furthermore, she knows the Jewish scripture as can be noted in her quoting from it in verse 27. But she is not Jewish. She is Canaanite. And Jesus makes it clear that he was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel. Therefore, she is not a candidate for his grace. The disciples, of course are encouraging him to act like this when they tell Him to send her away. Clearly, Jesus is allowing himself to be pent up inside this Jewish shell. But it appears that he is doing it for a reason. Like the gunpowder inside the shell of a firework getting ready to burst open its casing and display its blazing glory to the world, Jesus allows his glory to be ignited inside this shell so that he too can be seen bursting from its grip. Healing and God’s favors are no longer going to be a consequence of Jewish lineage. As Jesus bursts these bonds, he graciously proclaims that it is no longer lineage, but faith that has allowed her to find favor with God and have her daughter’s healing granted. You can just imagine the disciples standing there, shell-shocked at the bursting out of the grace of Jesus from the confines of traditional Jewish mindset. Healing comes by faith, not by lineage!

Now that Jesus has displayed his grace bursting out of the Jewish shell, he sets up a gathering on the hills above Galilee to show the magnificence of this grace. The next story in Mt 20: 29-31 shows Jesus mixing and mingling with the people; a great crowd of people. And everyone appears to be having access to the healing graces of Jesus. The disciples are not mentioned in this story. But everyone is praising the God of Israel and no one is trying to send anyone away or judge the worthiness of any individuals. These couple verses tell a delightful story that ranks right up there near the top of all joyous gatherings ever to have occurred on earth.

But then we move into the third story, and once again we see the disciples pulled back into the picture. Jesus seems to have a problem. He has compassion on these people but seems unable to meet their needs; needs that He had been meeting quite handily during three days of unstopped healing previously. But now He seems to need the disciple’s aid to feed these people. He asks them, “How many loaves do you have?”

After taking a quick inventory, they sheepishly tell Him that they have only about enough to scrap together three Happy Meals. But even though their resources are small, Jesus seems to need their pittance of an offering to be the substance that is going to be multiplied into enough for all the people to eat. And in contrast to the previous story, where it appears that it was just Jesus sitting there alone amid the thronging crowd, in this story it is the disciples who are doing the touching and giving. It is now they that are experiencing the joy of blessing the multitudes like Jesus had experienced in the previous story. And not only do they see that they are able to meet the needs of everyone, but there is even food left over to be gathered up into seven more baskets of leftovers.

But now stepping back from these three individual stories and looking at the combined flow of the narrative, a more beautiful picture emerges that draws all these stories together into a sweeping panorama of God’s intended plan of redemption. Jesus may have come to the Jews, but he is going to burst out from that narrow, nationalistic calling to fulfill God’s promise to Abraham in Genesis 12:3 where God says that “all the peoples of the earth will be blessed through you.” And then we see the glory of that ministry of Jesus as he ministers to all the people scattered upon the hillside. But his time of personally meeting their needs was limited, though his compassion was not. So, in the third story, we see him passing on the ministry to his disciples and ultimately to the church. They will now become the hands and the feet of Jesus. They will be his agents moving among the crowds. Now we can answer the question that stumped us when we looked at the first story: “Why was Jesus made to look like such a racist?” It is now easy to answer. He is not a race-ist; he is a grace-ist!

So here we see yet another illustration of the deep layers of meaning that can be pulled from the scripture that make it of infinitely greater impact and interest than can be gained by digging down into any Shakespearean screenplay. His plays may have been inspired by the genius of one of the greatest literary minds ever to grace the planet. But the writings of the Bible were inspired by God; the creator of the planet and all the inhabitants on it! The Word of God begs us to just dig down deeper! We can never out dig God!

Sunday, December 22, 2019

Expanding the Christmas Narrative- The Highest Heavens


A shining band of angels suddenly broke through the crisp, night air over a band of Judean shepherds keeping watch over their flocks by night. "Glory to God in the Highest Heavens and peace to man on whom His favor rests," they sing in exalted harmony. Now I am sure that the shepherds gave nary a second thought to the phrase, the "Highest Heavens", and neither did I -- until this year. But this time on hearing it, it grabbed my attention. What exactly was meant by the Highest Heavens. You can go to your commentaries and research this and get some philosophical explanation. But what follows is a bit less philosophical and places a more scientific spin on the phrase. Be ready to be amazed by the worlds of the Cepheid Variable stars!

It was not that long ago that the astronomers of the world were totally unsure of how big a place the universe actually was. The one group thought that the universe was only as big as the Milky Way Galaxy, the galaxy that we call home. Others thought the universe stretched beyond to some greater distance, but no one could say for sure how far. So the battle raged between these camps. Existing telescopes and technology were insufficient to provide a convincing reconciliation to the question. 

Then someone turned their attention to a certain category of stars that were seen to pulsate; not like "twinkle, twinkle little star," but having pulsations lasting days or weeks between the peaks of brightness. It turns out that the great predominance of stars are extremely stable over time and change little in size and brightness. For these normal stars, the crush of gravity bears down against the explosive force of their nuclear fusion reaction and keeps the ball of plasma contained as a stable, shining orb. But on rare occasions, stars will possess just the right amount of mass so that the exploding ball of gas can overcome gravity's crush, allowing the ball to grow in size. But as it grows, the fusion reaction decreases due to its greater volume and lower density. This lowers the explosive force inside and gravity starts to crush the ball again. But then the tight compression increases the fusion and the ball puffs out once more. And on and on it goes, creating a pulsing stellar mass; a Cepheid Variable star. 

As one might imagine, these stellar anomalies are not difficult to spot and to study. They are very noticeable, like a lighthouse beacon on a rocky outcrop drawing the attention of the ship's pilots. But something else makes them an even more intriguing part of the Highest Heavens story. It has been determined that there is a relationship between the actual luminosity of these stars and their frequency of pulsation. Since it is a fairly simple matter to chart their pulsation period, it is therefore possible to know how bright these stars actually are. But the apparent brightness (how bright they appear to us from our observation point on earth) is decreased by the distance that the star is from the earth. So with this in mind, if we measure the period, we can determine the actual brightness. And then measuring the apparent brightness and comparing it with the actual brightness allows us to figure out the distance these Cepheid Variable stars are from earth! We finally have a "cosmic yardstick" that allows us to determine just how far these stars are from us. 

And wonder of wonders -- these stars are often not even housed within our Milky Way galaxy! They are actually within galaxies that are far, far removed from us! The universe is actually much, much bigger than we had previously thought and populated with a multitude of galaxies as big as or bigger than the Milky Way. These stars have extended our understanding of how big the universe is to the same expansive understanding that the angels were sharing with the shepherds on that Judean hillside. The Cepheid Variables have shown us the Highest Heavens; realms that we have only recently been able to discover by scientific research. Which makes the end part of the angels greeting that much more significant. God -- who has made not just our own galaxy, but all of the millions of galaxies that exist beyond our own -- had sent this angel band from the Highest Heavens to share the Good News that His favor rested upon us. And all the Cepheid Variables pulsated with joy!

*** For more mind-blowing information on the wonders of God's heavens get the Great Courses Series called "The Life and Death of the Stars" by Keivan G. Stassan. This information is from lecture 17. ***

What did God Want?

The other Sunday Pastor Steve said that heaven was not going to be the place where people get everything that they want. It is a place where God gets everything that He wants. That helped me to re-frame my image of heaven somewhat. Heaven is not about us or the gold or the harps or the crowns. It is about Him.

So, one might ask, what it is that God wants? Obviously, He is omni-everything, so what could He possibly want? Apparently, there is one thing an all-wise, all-knowing God can lack. And that something is someone with whom to fellowship and share that wisdom! God appears to want uncoerced fellowship. He wants people that are so interested -- so fascinated -- by who He is, that they want nothing more than to sit at His feet and drink in His wisdom.

That is indeed the image that comes to mind when one looks at the activities taking place in the Garden of Eden before the fall. God would walk in the Garden in the cool of the day. He would always find Adam and Eve there, just waiting longingly for Him to show up. But now, in the moments after this couple takes a bite out of that alluring apple, we see Him needing to call out, "Where are you?" That beautiful, uncoerced fellowship He was used to enjoying had broken down to a point that mankind now needed to be called to God's side.

And so we see the beginning of the battle between the dueling question marks. The question mark in "Where are you?" in Genesis 3:9 asked by God stands as the second question mark in the Bible. The first one appears just 8 verses earlier and was asked by Satan; "Did God say?" Suddenly, between those questions, we see mankind going from eagerly seeking after the wisdom and goodness of their creator to aggressively seeking to justify their unbelief in His commands. The peaceful walks in the cool of the day were replaced by the hot pursuit of their own passions. 

And yet the tempestuous behavior of the crown of God's creation did not knock Him from His goal of seeking uncoerced fellowship with them. Patriarchs, judges, kings and prophets were sent to call the rebellious people back to Him. And finally He sent His one and only Son. No coercion -- only opportunities to answer the gentle call resonating on the cool, evening air. "Where are you?"

He Died in Our Parking Lot

I used to make a habit of carrying an extra $20 in the secret compartment in my wallet just in case I saw someone who needed it. And that Sunday morning I saw one of those people. He was sitting in his white van, nearly buried in what turned out to be all the accumulated dentritus of his life. I knocked on the window and he tentatively cranked it down far enough that we could talk. I told him that I had something for him and passed the folded bill through the opening. He pushed it back saying that he didn't need it. I said that was OK but that he should take it and give it to someone who might need it. Reluctantly, he laid in among the clutter on the front seat. 

It had been a short conversation, but one that commenced anew the next Sunday when I was again taking my breakfast at that same McDonalds down the street from our church. Karen was on the worship team, so I would drop her off early for practice and then pick up a healthy, McGriddle sandwich for $1.39. Again, I noticed the white van parked in the same parking spot. This time when I knocked on the window, he eagerly rolled it down. I asked if I could buy him coffee. He pushed aside the enveloping litter, crawled out of the van and walked in to the counter with me. 

And so began a long series of Sunday morning meetings with Randy. He turned out to be a very interesting individual, enthusiastically talking about his interest in gardening and his deep insights into the energy industry. He was well read and listened to radio talk shows all the time. He was quite a conversationalist. He lived in his van in the adjacent parking lot beside the Weis Market. Every Sunday when I showed up, Randy would be there in the same parking spot waiting for me. This went on for more than a year. He never shared many intimate details about his past life or his current situation. He was just glad to have someone show genuine interest in him. And I found that to be an easy need to fill. 

Then one day we had some vandalism at the church. Apparently, some of the local kids, wandering in the woods behind the church, were using rocks to target the windows of the church building. As I sat munching on my McGriddle with Randy, an idea occurred to me. Why not ask Randy to move his "residence" from the Weis parking lot to our parking lot. I told him that if he did that, he could keep an eye on our church and hopefully prevent the vandalism.


The idea must have resonated with him. By the time I walked out of church that day at noontime, the white van was parked at the far corner of the lot. I told the apprehensive neighbors that he had our permission to park there and that he was harmless. And I told him he was welcome to come in and attend our services. He never did. But the vandalism stopped and our church members made friends with him. Even the local police checked in with him time to time. I think he was able to feel appreciated and welcome in a way that he had not felt before. And that was really all he was looking for in life.

Randy stayed in that van in the far corner of the lot for more than a year. He died in that van one night. The police found him unresponsive behind the wheel. It had been a peaceful death. I am sure that is how Randy would have wanted it -- parked on the only plot of land he was able to call home.

Sunday, December 15, 2019

The Bagpiper

I couldn't resist putting this delightful story in here in honor of my good friend Jim, the only bagpiper I know personally.  In knowing him, I am truly blessed. And this story truly blessed (and charmed) me!

As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Western Washington back country.

As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn't stop for directions.

I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late.

I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.

The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before for this homeless man.

And as I played Amazing Grace, the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my face was streaked with tears, my heart was full.

As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never seen nothing like that before and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."

Blood Soluble

I overheard a conversation about a co-worker of mine the other day. He had been placed on probation at work and the guidelines were "three strikes and you're out", an obvious allusion to the game of baseball. He had already had one strike against him and it looked like he had blundered into making another one. My heart went out to the poor guy because he had confided with me in detail the difficult circumstances he was encountering. Having his back up against the wall with this guideline must really be making life stressful for him. 

Then on Saturday, at my men's breakfast, Denny was reading 1 John 2:1-2. "My dear children, I write this to you so that you will not sin. But if anybody does sin, we have an advocate with the Father -- Jesus Christ, the Righteous One. He is the atoning sacrifice for our sins, and not only for our but also for the sins of the whole world." 

As Denny finished reading those two verses he commented that "there was a lot in there!" We never did get past those two verses in our discussion! Indeed, they immediately brought back to me that conversation I had overheard. We decided that we are truly blessed that God's plan of salvation is not a "three strikes and you're out" deal! Though the verses start with the lofty hope that we will not sin, it quickly moves on to the realization that we will, most regrettably, continue to sin. Even so, we can live in the realization that God is not keeping an indelible copy of our wrongdoings. He promises that the record of our sins is "blood soluble!"

All the Gold in the Hills




Many years ago, in a prehistoric town,* a group of gypsies arrived dragging two metal object behind them on a long rope. As they drug them down the streets of the town, the metal pots and pans were flying off the shelfs and clinging onto the ingots. Nails were pulling out of the doorposts and clumping onto their surfaces. Jose Arcadio Beuendia, the mayor, seeing this strange display of magic, had an idea. He sold all his possessions and bought the ingots from the gypsies. His wife, Ursula, was aghast that he would dispose of all their wealth to buy these ingots. But the mayor said, “Relax! I have a plan. We are going to be richer than any other man in all the earth. I am going to take these ingots and drag them through the mountains. We will suck all the gold out of the hills! We will be richer than anyone can ever imagine.” 


Now, of course, there was one major flaw with this plan that I am sure you noticed. But did you happen to notice an even deeper tragedy? He really was in possession of something that was of far greater value than all the gold in all the hills. With those magnets and a piece of copper wire, he could have generated electricity! And electricity is worth more than all the gold in the world. If he had discovered how to generate electricity, he could have changed the world. But instead he had to settle for a broken dream -- and a very unhappy wife! What a great tragedy.


It is not a great leap to jump from the misfortune of Jose Arcadio Beuendia to that of the rich young ruler in Mark 10: 17-22. This passionate young man asks what he needs to do to inherit eternal life. Jesus looks at him and loves him. He helpfully tells him exactly how he can go about it. “Go, sell all that you have and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; and come, follow me.” Those simple directions would have given him the overwhelming benefit of treasures in heaven. But apparently that did not fit into his self-centered lifestyle. He turned and went away sorrowful. How sad. How small-minded. And yet, how many people each day walk away from the equally thrilling promise given in John 1:12. But to all who did receive him, who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God. That must rank as even a greater honor than being named Jose Arcadio Beuendia, the Discoverer of Electricity! It is hard to believe that anyone could turn and sorrowfully walk away from that.


* The history of this town is covered in exquisite detail in the book One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Saturday, December 7, 2019

A Kazakh Adventure


A Kazakh Adventure

By Ken Rutt, December 3, 2019


Saturday morning, 8:35 AM, January 15, 2005 - The voice on the phone from Moscow was muffled. I was having trouble making out what was being said. “Did you say $4,000? Or $40,000?” I asked, not sure I was hearing correctly.

“$40,000!” the crackly voice replied. “We need a credit card deposit for $40,000 before we can release the medivac plane. It is ready to leave the hanger with a doctor on board, but we need you to fax us your credit card information.”

My mind reeled. I looked around at the friends who had quickly gathered to support us in this crisis. What could I do? I had no credit card with anywhere near that credit limit. But my daughter’s life hung in the balance. I had been told only the hour before that my daughter was suffering from meningitis and needed to be evacuated from Kazakhstan to Finland for immediate treatment. The voice on the phone was the Moscow branch of the International SOS whom the mission agency overseeing my daughter’s team of young people in Kazakhstan had contacted to help with the air evacuation. The hospitals in-country were not trusted to handle this devastating illness and they were urgently telling us that we had to get Karisa to the Meilahti Hospital in Helsinki, Finland. 



We had not been advised before this mission trip that we should buy medivac insurance, and now, as this news came crashing down upon us, I felt somehow small and helpless. But fortunately, there were friends gathered around. And even more fortunate was the fact that our church had started the year, January 2005, with a study on prayer called “40 Days of Prayer.” Just the Saturday before we had learned firsthand the power of corporate prayer. A little boy, the nephew of one of our church members, had been run over by a minivan while sledding on the street. The prayer-chain had instantly come alive with calls and updates. Now, it would be activated once again, reaching people around the country and the world to pray for my daughter. Unbeknownst to me at the time, this pattern of Saturday morning crisis and the urgent activation of the prayer chain would become a pattern that would repeat itself for the entirety of our 40-day study. It was a remarkable bonding exercise for our church members as we learned first-hand the power of prayer.

But for now, it was a foreboding crisis staring us in the face. My wife piped up with the helpful suggestion that her boss had told her, upon hearing the news, that we could use his credit card if needed. He had always been a big supporter of our children. And now I had no choice but to take him up on his offer. The only fax machine that was close at hand was at my neighbor’s, who had a landscaping business. Suddenly I was knocking on their door in the early morning, asking if I could have access to it. I have always contended that the man is truly blessed who has good neighbors and this was a time of blessing. Karen’s boss faxed me his card info and I combined it with my card and faxed it on to Moscow. Ironically, this nation which had previously been called the “Evil Empire,” was now the country that would be receiving my money and launching an airplane down the runway on its 1,000-mile flight to Kazakhstan.

The news from Aktobe, when it came, was good news, as the doctor flying in the special Red Cross jet examined Karisa in the bedroom of her host family’s home. He did not think that it was Meningitis! The symptoms did not align well with the normally rapid progression of the disease and she seems to be responding positively to the antibiotics that were administered.  However, he could not specifically exclude it and was sufficiently concerned that they continued with the air evacuation to Helsinki. Her team leader, Becki, accompanied her on the plane and would stay by her side throughout the sojourn.

The admittance and care at this top-quality hospital was wonderful. They ruled out the worst diagnosis of bacterial meningitis but determined that they should do a spinal tap to confirm their diagnosis. Its results showed a count of only 6, on a scale where 0-5 is normal and 100 and above is a bad infection. So, we greatly praised the Lord for his miraculous provisions. The downside was that the spinal tap gave her an unremitting spinal headache. A very concerned doctor called and asked if they could have our permission to do a blood patch procedure. “Are you aware of what a blood patch is?” he asked.

“Yes!" I responded, “By all means. Proceed with the blood patch!”

Fortunately, an incident had preceded this doctor’s question that allowed me to quickly make this decision. We had been involved in a car accident some months before where our van ran over the driveshaft of a truck. It had been lying in the middle of the turnpike on a dark, rainy night. Hitting that bar of metal at highway speeds had upended it underneath the rear of the van, causing the rear of the vehicle to lurch upward like a bucking bronco. Lying on the rear seat, peacefully at rest, was my oldest daughter Kate. The shock of the blow launched her upward and severely twisted her spine. The ensuing spinal headache had only been mitigated using a blood patch. This procedure, which may well have originated in the wilds of Africa considering how it is done, is where they draw a syringe of blood from the patient’s veins. They then insert the needle of the syringe directly into the puncture wound that was caused by the spinal tap. The blood is injected into the wound, and, wah-la! The headache is gone! Who would have thought! But now, with the wonderful understanding that this could be the perfect solution, I was quick to agree. And the reaction was just as instantaneous with Karisa as it was with Kate!

The headache was gone and Karisa was recovering nicely. But Blue Cross, which up until now had been good with covering the hospital costs, now wanted to see this hospital stay ended as soon as possible. They were also non-committal on the cost of the air flight. That issue would lie in my mind, threatening to keep me awake at night. But for now, I needed to find someplace for Karisa to stay in Finland until she was strong enough to return to Kazakhstan. Our friends were incredulous that we were going to allow her to return, but she was adamant that her work in Atkobe was not done. She needed to return to her team members with whom she had established a strong and lasting bond. (That is another rich and amazing story!) My wife, Karen, for her part, would have been on the next plane out of Philadelphia headed for Finland if it had not been for Karisa’s clear direction that she was fine and did not need her mother to rush over to her. She had her teammate and better, she had her assurance of God’s presence. She would be fine with us remaining 4,000 miles away praying for her.

So now Karen was there with me as I brainstormed how to find a place for Karisa and Becki to stay in the remote country of Finland so that Blue Cross could save on some hospital bills. And again, God came through in a most wonderful way. There is a little Mennonite church in our area, curiously named Finland Mennonite. Someone told me that they were, appropriately enough, supporting some missionaries in Finland. I searched the web for the name of this mission family, the Longley’s, and got in touch with their sending ministry in Illinois. They gave me the contact information. Rather tentatively, I contacted them about the possibility of these two girls staying with them. I received their enthusiastic acceptance. Blue Cross, on hearing that I had found a place for them to stay, was rather more cautious. “Do you trust these people?” they asked. I told them that certainly I did. It would be a wonderful opportunity for these two groups to mingle.

And indeed, it was! It was a classic example of Mennoniting-your-way on an international scale. The Longleys drove the 40 miles from Turku to Helsinki and hosted the girls in their house for the next week as Karisa regained her strength. Two weeks after the adventure had begun, Karisa and her teammate were reunited with their host families in Aktobe. Karisa claims that before she got sick, she had been treated very kindly as a guest in the house. But upon her return, she was treated as family. The bond that united her to this secular Muslim family had been forged even tighter through this struggle than by the wonderful Kazakh hospitality had initially created it. A year later, her “Kazakh sister” and cousin would accompany our American family on a trip across America to visit the wonders of Sequoia, Yosemite and the Pacific seacoast. It was on that trip that I shaved my mustache for the first time in my married life. I had done it only as a whim. But in that deed  I was able to see some of the effects of the cross-pollination that had taken place between my daughter and this Kazakh girl. “Why did you do that?” was the question asked by my incredulous family upon seeing my upper lip exposed for the first time.

“I think the Holy Spirit told him to do it!” came the response from this precious Muslim girl. It was a response that made so much of what had transpired over the previous years seem all worth well!

Part of what had transpired was the issue of who was going to pay for that medivac cost. I had withdrawn money from my retirement account so that I did not have to pay the exorbitant interest expense associated with a credit card. And I had used that money to pay off Karen’s boss. But he kept telling me that I needed to continue to put pressure on Blue Cross who was remaining non-committal about paying for those expenses. For my part, I had laid the matter aside, trusting that somehow God would work it out as he had all the other challenges presented along this journey. One Friday evening, two months after Karisa was again back in Aktobe, I got a call at about 9PM from Blue Cross. “Mr. Rutt, this is Sharon from Blue Cross. I got your claim for the medivac cost for your daughter Karisa this week. It was the largest, single-line-item bill that ever came across my desk! But I carried it around and got all the signatures on it. I wanted to inform you that we are paying the bill in full!”

Wow! This was such good news. And Sharon had done this just because of a feeling that it was the right thing to do! She was not even aware that Karisa had to be medevac’d because she would not have been allowed on a commercial flight in her condition. I was able to spend the next 45 minutes on the phone with her, filling in all the details of the marvelous story. My guess is that Karisa’s saga was going to be recounted to the others at Blue Cross for some time to come by this wonderful lady. And who can blame her? The Israelites recounted their crossing of the Red Sea for years afterward!

Back in Sunday School class in church however, the Saturday morning prayer chain alerts on each successive week of the “40 Days of Prayer” study were continuing. On the third Saturday, news came from my mother-in-law that a good friend had died attempting to light a woodstove in his house. For some reason it had exploded, burning and fatally injuring him. And then on the fourth Saturday, I was unable to get the door open into the upper room at Denny’s house where we always held our 6AM Saturday morning Bible Study. So, we went down the road to eat instead at The Heritage restaurant. As we were eating, the fire engines went screaming by the restaurant. I told my friends that that did not look good. I went back over the awful things that had happened on each of the previous Saturday morning. Hopefully this was not another of those nasty happenings.

But it was. The electrical heating tape in the ceiling of the room at Denny’s house -- the room where we would have been meeting if the door had been open -- overheated and started the attic timbers on fire. The fire spread across the attic space and threatened to burn through the roof. Quick response from those wailing fire engines had saved the house from burning completely. Smoke and water damage were extensive, but Denny still had a house to live in, praise God!

So ended a live exercise in “40 Days of Prayer”! Who would have imagined that God could reinforce these teachings in such powerful ways? It was all part of a much longer journey of experiencing God’s hand in one’s life and of seeing how we are “surrounded by his favor, as with a shield."



Wednesday, October 9, 2019

What Makes You an Interesting Person?

"So, what makes you and interesting person?" This is a question that I will occasionally ask people when I first meet them. This question, although often eliciting the stammering response, "Oh, there is nothing interesting about me," has been a means of quickly opening up deeper levels of conversation with people. One thing, that is almost universally true is that people like to talk about themselves if you give them even the glimmer of a chance. This question often provides that opening.

The other day, at the dermatologist office, was just another example of this happening. The nurse, who took me into the room, handed me a gown, and told me to remove my outer clothes, seemed somewhat awkward -- not very self assured. But she was excellent at what she did. She even noted that I had put the wrong birthdate on my admittance sheet. After the examination, when she finished giving me the final exit instructions, I popped the question. "So, what makes you an interesting person?"

Her eyes pivoted suspiciously to look directly at me and I thought she might be offended. But instead, she softened and said, "I feel like I am different. I don't feel like I usually fit in."

Her answer surprised me with its frankness and self-exposure. Generally people will respond with some positive trait, something they like about themselves. So this answer set me back on my heels a bit. I could see by her expression that she was being quite genuine in her response and I realized it merited a genuine response from me. Fortunately, God had been talking to me through the scripture in Genesis about diversity -- about people being different. I told her that we are in fact all different, but that that is the way God made us. In fact, He must ascribe great value to being different. God started his creative process by accentuating differences. That is why he started with a male and a female -- two, quite different renditions of the human being. By starting with two different entities in the reproductive process, it guaranteed that their off spring would themselves be different from their mother and father. And yet God said that it was good! Therefore, she should appreciate her differences as blessed by God rather than to be confounded by them.


As I led her down this path, her face seemed to relax and a smile crossed her lips. She said that no one had ever talked to her like that before. What surprised me farther was that she seemed like such a pleasant lady and it was rather late in her life to be dealing with such deep-seated self-esteem issues. We parted, knowing that both of us had been blessed by the conversation.


The other day that question again displayed its tactical advantage for getting to know someone quickly. I was in line at Aldi (my favorite grocery store!) and the guy behind me in line only had a couple of items in his hand. I told him to go ahead of me. 


He was a middle-aged guy, dressed in black with a shaved head, numerous piercing and tattoos and a Fu Manchu beard. I figured he might have some interesting history, and was I ever correct. Turns out he was a weight lifter, bench-pressing over 600 lbs. He decided to get into muscle building when he watched pro-wrestling and admired the bulging muscles on the guys. He looks to be a good solid 220 lbs now but he said that he used to be a heroin addict and was down to 120lbs. One morning, after trying unsuccessfully to over-dose, he decided that he didn't want to do drugs anymore and just stopped -- cold turkey. He had also stopped smoking the same way. What an incredible display of will power! I told him that I hoped that he was able to share his amazing story with other kids who were addicted to drugs. He said he had this privilege a lot these days. Young people respect him for how authentic he is. 

I had learned all of that and more from the application of a simple question while waiting in the checkout line at the store! Quite the experience! Moreover, the friendly Puerto Rican lady who was the cashier in line (the one whose house had been destroyed in the hurricane on the island -- something I had learned by asking her that same question!) overheard the conversation with this man. "He comes through a lot!" she told me later. She is going to give him my business card so that I can do some follow-up meetings with him! 

If you consider using this question, be prepared to go places that you might never had gone otherwise. The human soul is a treasure house of gems ready to be mined for those who have a sincere interest in learning about others. Happy prospecting!


Monday, August 19, 2019

Is God Your Personal Trainer?

The Pope, at the beginning of June, 2019, commented on the change to the Lord's prayer being suggested by the French. They had concluded that the wording used in the Lord's prayer is incorrect and so it will be updated to reflect the correct theological context. The wording will say, "Do not let us fall into temptation" rather than "lead us not into temptation." They reference Bible passages like James 1:13-14 and elsewhere that say that God does not do the tempting. Our pastor, however,  noted that this change seems to relegate God to some "Cosmic Spotter" who is standing by to catch us if we happen to stumble. Going a bit farther with that analogy, I thought about my one co-worker who has worked in the past as a personal work-out trainer. Certainly, in that role, he did stand beside the person lifting the weights to catch them if they fell and prevent the trainee from being hurt. But relegating him to only that position, really denigrates his role in that person's life. He was the one setting the path for the person and leading them in their training efforts. He was not primarily there to "keep them from falling." 

If I am 30 feet up the side of a rock wall climb, I am certainly happy to know that there is an interested trainer belaying me on a safety line. But if I am up there in the first place, it is not to enjoy the feeling of being belayed. It is to strengthen my ability to withstand the perils that accompany scaling that wall. As our pastor correctly noted, this passage in the Lord's prayer is more directly connected to leading us on paths of righteousness rather than protecting us from falling

Even so, don't expect to find me dangling from some rock wall anytime soon! I have never suffered from the temptation to achieve on that growth path in life! 

Making a Bad Situation Worse



I recently spent some time at the Writers Conference at The Dock Academy near Philadelphia and was looking back over some old notes of previous conferences. I couldn't help but remember the time that going to the conference in Denver provided an opportunity to spend some nights at the home of Deb Rainey, an acclaimed women's writer. What a delightful time that was! She is a prolithic author who really loves her work. I remembered her magic formula for putting together a storyline -- come up with a bad situation and then make it worse! Someday her fertile mind will be unable to imagine how to make things worse! Fortunately, the cable news networks have taken up that post and have relieved her of that responsibility!

But talking about bad situations that can hardly be made more bleak. I was thinking about the situation that God put himself in when he determined that he wanted to do some creating. As I was flying up the Eastern coastline the other day, returning from Florida, I watched the sun poke its way above the thin, red line of the horizon. I stared at its emerging brilliance and remembered that what it was engaged in doing day-after-day was forging new elements -- carbon, oxygen, and iron -- out of the primordial hydrogen and helium. Its size determines that it will eventually use up all of its fuel and shrink into a white dwarf. (Not to worry; not in my lifetime!) But its much larger cousin stars would suffer a different fate -- fusing into an iron core and then collapsing into a neutron star, bursting apart in a massively energetic collapse that we call a supernova. These explosions would seed the universe with all the elements of the periodic table. Gravity would eventually pull those elements back together into asteroids and planetoids. And now imagine God, some years later, looking down at one particular conglomeration of those elements, a boiling, bubbling planetoid that we call earth and thinking, "All I really wanted out of this creation is something with which I can have uncoerced fellowship! Instead my creativity has produced an 8,000 mile diameter blob of molten magma!" I don't think it could get any more bleak than that! Fortunately, his unrestrained creativity was able to add some pixie dust like life and spirit to that formless blob and -- well you know the rest of the story! It's now something that we can ponder and write about!

It's one thing for a potter to sit down at his wheel and figure out how they are going to fashion an elegant vase out of a lump of clay. It would be quite another thing if they first had to figure out how to grind up a granite boulder to make that lump of clay. Or worse, how to create the constituents of granite in the first place!







Sunday, August 18, 2019

The Unreality of Reality


Earlier this month I was sitting on the right side of an airplane cruising at 30,000 feet up the Eastern shoreline of the USA, flying from Jacksonville to Philadelphia. It was 6:30 in the morning and the Eastern horizon was coming alive with a red glow as the sun appeared to rise out of its watery depths and slowly pan its way across the sky. At least that seems to be the reality of the sun’s movement when one is standing firmly rooted to the earth’s surface. But sitting at this height, and being able to see the gentle curvature of the earth to the north and the south, it was easier to imagine that I was, in fact, on a spinning ball, and that the sun was not rising out of the ocean depths or flying through our skies. It was just that the slow rotation of this ball made the sun become visible from my vantage point and made it appear to traverse the sky and hide some hours later behind the Western horizon. As that true reality found an anchor within my mind, another reality began to form. Somehow it is the press of gravity, that made this glowing ball we call the sun exist in the first place. It was the inexorable squeezing of primordial hydrogen and helium into such tight confinement that these elements had no choice but to fuse together and ignite into a massive fusion explosion. And it is also that gravity that kept that explosion from blowing itself apart and made it appear instead as a glowing ball hanging there in space, 93 million miles away a blinding orb of light. Within that ball, two of the most misunderstood basic laws of the universe, light and gravity, were interacting, to bring everything, including the aluminum fuselage I was housed within and the glass window through which I was peering, into existence.

Looking downward I could see the ground, the seashore and the oceans and realize that every piece of that matter is composed of a vast diversity of atoms that came into existence within the confines of one of those solar furnaces. And each of those atoms broke forth from the interstellar crush of gravity only under the explosive power of a huge star as it ended its life in a supernova.

Yet those atoms, freed from the intense gravitational pressure at the center of a star, were not free of gravity's formative work. Instead, they spewed outward from the dying neutron star, herded together into gigantic plumes by the electrical fields set up by the speeding, charged particles. And then gravity again worked its magic by pulling them together into larger and larger conglomerate bodies.

One of those bodies had the good fortune to contain a mixture of almost all the element that could possibly exist in the periodic table of elements. And it was a good thing that such a plethora of parts was available because this was to be a very special planetoid. It was big enough to have sufficient inward crush to cause the radioactive elements at its core to maintain themselves in a molten state. This internal, bubbling mass mixed and roiled the surrounding envelope which cooled and solidified into a cracked, floating crust like the slang on top of a crucible of iron. It broke into massive crustal plates that jostled each other at their edges. When they crashed together, their densities determined which would slide over the top and which would be cast down into the molten abyss below. Those cast down carried with them the wonderful elixir, water, which has the magical property of hydraulic expansion when cooled and of an explosive transition into steam when boiled. This explosion of steam could not be contained by the weight of the overbearing crustal plates and resulted in volcanos erupting onto the surface, carrying the molten magma of the core with it. At the same time, the colliding plates that had floated upward were cracked and crazed into dizzying mountain ranges like the Himalayans or the Andes. Lying buried within this distorted landscape were incredible veins and pockets of all those elements forged within the stars. The tectonic plate motion provided both the bearing of diverse elements from below, and the piling it up from above. But the resulting landforms could not remain static due to the presence of that previously mentioned elixir, water! Now it was going to exhibit yet another of its vast, magical characteristics and work with gravity and heat to sculpt the landscape in the most interesting ways.

The temperature on the surface of this planetoid was such that water could exist in any of its three states solid, liquid or gas depending on the temperature and pressure it was subjected to. This amazing coincidence meant that water would constantly be lifted from the low-energy reservoirs of the oceans and lakes and be cast adrift in the skies where it could circle the globe in its gaseous form, only to condense into clouds which then released the water droplets as rain. Albeit, now the water had been given additional energy by virtue of its elevation as it landed upon the folds of the crustal plates and volcanic slopes. Again, gravity acted upon these free-flowing molecules to cause them to find a downhill slope to cascade across. As they flowed, they eroded the landscape, exposing the underlying rocks. If they did get trapped in the crevices, they would lie in wait for a cold spell when they would undergo another phase change into ice, expanding as they froze, cracking and splintering the encasing rocks. These combined actions, along with glaciers and wind, sculpted the tectonic landscape into mountains and valleys. The eroded material was carried downstream and deposited into the bottoms of lakes and oceans. There it piled up and the crush of gravity now turned it into hardened, sedimentary rocks. These rock layers in turn would be crushed and thrust skyward as the tectonic plates continued their sliding and grinding of the floating landmasses.

And so, the world, slipping away below the wings of that speeding jetliner, had slowly been transformed into a habitation worthy of God’s second act of creation; LIFE! But the awe-inspiring beauty of this first act of creation – the making of this water-saturated, rocky cauldron of minerals that we call earth – is that he did it simply by imparting energy from his hands into the Deep, causing it to vibrate with light, allowing that light to condense into matter, and acting upon that matter with gravity. And now, eons later, the products of that elegant combination of forces could provide me with an airplane, a seat and a window through which to gaze upon that most magnificent of creations. 



And oh, if you were waiting to see how I was going to explain how the second act of creation, LIFE, happened, you may need to wait until I can arrange a long meeting with God and take up that question with the Creator. It seems that the mystery of where life came from will forever elude the understanding of mortal man. But as one can see from this short discussion of where matter came from, understanding can only increase the wonder and awe surrounding the Creator God rather than diminishing it. And remember. There remains the third act of creation – SPIRIT. We have a very long way to go to understand how God did all of this. Thankfully, He also created one other important element – ETERNITY! Without that, we would never have enough time to appreciate all that God did to create the one thing He has always wanted – uncoerced FELLOWSHIP with mankind!

Note: for those interested in a much more scientific discussion of the life of the stars, I highly recommend the Great Courses series, "The Life and Death of Stars" by Keivan G. Stassun, available on Audible.

https://www.audible.com/pd/The-Life-and-Death-of-Stars-Audiobook/162997613X

Post note: If you find the cosmos as described by Keivan Stassun of interest, take up the exploration of the earth in the brilliantly presented Great Courses series, "How the Earth Works" by Michael E. Wysession also available on Audible.

https://www.amazon.com/How-the-Earth-Works/dp/B07PLNNFW5

Thursday, May 23, 2019

Inexpressible Joy

"I was within 10 feet of John Kerry!" boasted my co-worker as we rode home from work. It turns out that years ago, Kerry, who is married to one of the members of the Heinz catsup family, was frequenting the same Galena Lodge in Idahoe where my friend was eating. No words or recognition passed between them, but the memory of that encounter stuck in my friend's mind for all these years. 

The words that he shared struck me the following morning as our men's group was studying the first book of Peter. In verse 8 Peter says:

Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy,  for you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls.


I had to think that if my friend could retain  that indelible memory of joy from sharing that brief experience in the presence of John Kerry, how much more inexpressible and glorious was the joy Peter must have captured in his heart after spending years within Jesus' chosen, inner circle. How could words ever express the yearning that he was trying to share in these short letters to those whose hearts he wanted to set on fire with the joy of knowing salvation through trusting in Jesus? It's almost an "I'm going to grab you and shake you until you understand the wonder of this salvation" kind of evangelism! He is trying to ignite an explosion of joy in their lives.

Light, Life and Love: The Spongebob Theory


If you have read my previous posting, https://morefootprintsonthepath.blogspot.com/2017/12/unappreciated-originations.html,
you will find my rather unusual take on the Creation story in the first book of Genesis. As I thought about that, I was taken with yet another way of understanding God's creation. I see God as having had three big, creative moments in creating the world as we know it. He created three things which are the basic building blocks of our world. None of these building blocks could have occurred without the divine hand of God stepping into creation. But within those three building blocks existed creative designs that, once created, they could spawn more and more wonderful creations.

To simplify this discussion, let's label these three major epochs of creation, Light, Life, and Love. To get from the nothingness that existed before creation to the stuff of matter, atoms, gases compounds, and minerals, one needed a major act of creation. Most of this discussion will be about that aspect because it is the only one simple enough to even try build an understanding about. But once there was matter, there was no reason to believe that out of matter could come life. And once there was life, there was no reason to surmise that life could be endued with spirit or Love.

Let's first consider matter; atoms and the stuff made of atoms - basically everything in the material world. How did the stuff of the universe come into being? How did so much exquisite order condense out of something as chaotic as the Big Bang? To understand where this order originated, it is necessary to find out what existed before the Big Bang. That is, of course, a bit of a problem since that means getting back before even time existed. So there is very little hope in doing that! Except that -- there is one source for that information. The words that come from the book of Proverbs.

Proverbs 8:27 "When he prepared the heavens, I was there: when he set a compass upon the face of the deep."

Imagine that before the universe was created that there was a huge block of foam rubber, the "face of the deep" filling all of everything. Think of this foam rubber as a huge volume of interconnecting springs with the space between these springs being totally empty space. It is this block of foam upon which God sets his compass and cuts out this giant sphere. This cut-out sphere, like a giant nerf ball, is then held in the hands of God. Genesis 1 says that He moved upon this sphere of the deep. He packed  energy into it as He compressed it within his hands until it was only the size of a grain of wheat. And then he left it go! Immediately, as it says in Genesis 1:1, there was Light. Light was the first thing to emerge within this expanding nerf ball. Think of light as the vibrations of those little springs that make up the ball. We talk of light waves because light behaves like a wave, vibrating up and down. And these vibrations move through the nerf ball like water waves move across the surface of the water. The speed of the ocean wave is controlled by the springiness of the water and its fluidity. In a similar fashion, the vibration of the springs moves through the nerf ball at a speed that is controlled by the elasticity of the springs. This speed is the speed of light; everywhere constant within this nerf ball.

At the very beginning of this period of expansion that began when God released that tiny, compacted ball of nerf, the springs were so densely packed together that there was no room for these vibrations of light to propagate outward. Instead these photons of light started to pair up and circle one another. Photons doing this allowed the entire expanding mass to exist at a lower energy content. These circling pairs, these perturbations, are what you and I regard as matter - the basic hydrogens atoms of the universe. It is no wonder that the equation E=MC2 has a speed of light squared term in it. Matter is composed of light and therefore would naturally have a term in it that would relate to the speed of its components. But this matter, these little circling photons, caused perturbations in the uniformity of the nerf. The action of the rest of the volume was to push these perturbations closer together into little clusters. Much like oil dropped into water will feel a push from the water molecules and begin to clump together, these atoms of hydrogen started to get pushed tightly together into bigger clumps. This push is what we call gravity. It is the action of the surface tension of the nerf. It is not a pull like the commonly used idea of the "pull of gravity". And since the springs of the nerf underlie the structure of everything, this surface tension force can never be blocked by any of the substance of the universe.

Let's stop a moment and let me create an analogy to make sure that I have not lost the reader at this critical juncture. Imagine that you are at the beach and you see the curl of a wave. This curl in the water is a result of the accumulated physical properties of the molecules of the water that makes up the curl and the particular energies that are present in that part of the body of water. The curl could not exist if it was not for the water. So don't spend your time wandering around Kansas looking for the curls of a wave. Curls can only exist where there is water. And matter can only exist where there is nerf. So, for example, light and matter can not exist outside the boundaries of the expanding nerf ball. Once you get to the region of the preexisting volume of the heavens that are beyond the expanding nerf, the void left where God cut out the sphere and then compressed it, you are in a truly empty region of the heavens. Light can not exist there because there are no springs in the region, just as there is no ocean in Kansas to create the curls of a wave! The curl of the wave is a macro manifestation of the water made up of the much, much smaller molecules of the water. And so these rotating perturbations are macro manifestations of the nerf, formed out of the much, much smaller vibrating springs of the nerf.

Now you can also distill another aspect of this matter, these co-rotating photons of light. We know that when something travels at near the speed of light, time slows down. And when something travels at the speed of light, time stands still! So now it is reasonable to deduct that these perturbations of the nerf, these little hunks of matter, are made up of something that is ageless. Hence it is reasonable to understand that, just as your physics teacher always said, matter can not be destroyed - only changed. Matter is eternal because it is made up of light!

Not all of the photons of light that were bouncing madly around at the small radius of the nascent universe paired up and formed matter. Some just went flying off and hit the edge of the nerf ball. They could not go beyond, just like a wave can never make it to Kansas. So it had to bounce back toward the center again. This is how we can attribute the presence of the Uniform Background Radiation - that uniform glow of light coming back at us from every direction that we choose to direct our telescopes.

This condensing of the madly vibrating springs into paired, circular orbits also explains another phenomena of matter. It has so much energy contained within it! The fact that the energy is coming from photons moving at the speed of light around in tight little circles shows why there is a C squared term in the E=MC2 equation. Just as for the riders on a merry-go-round, the circular velocity of the ride gives rise to a squared term in the energy content of the spinning mass, so the spinning photos speed of light velocity gives a term that is the speed of light squared - an almost unimaginably large term. Sort of like the amount of energy given off when you split an atom in an atomic bomb. So now you can see where so much of the energy of the work of compression of the nerf got locked up -- within the very stuff of matter.

But this condensing of the photons into particles of matter came to an end when the expanding nerf reached a certain diameter. There was finally enough room for the unattached photons to fly around without coupling together. But now another phenomena began to happen. The surface tension, alluded to above, started to push these particles of matter into larger and larger clumps. The more the nerf could get the matter to clump together, the lower the disturbance to the volume of the nerf. So now, these atoms of hydrogen started to get compressed into stellar masses - brightly burning stars. As more and more atoms kept getting compressed together, these individual atoms started to fuse together in fusion reactions, resulting in the building up a heavier elements. Eventually, these stellar masses would undergo a supernova explosion where the entire star would catastrophically explode an scatter these heavier element into the environs around it. These first generation stars would explode once they had fused elements up to carbon and oxygen.

The debris from these supernovas would then undergo another gathering together in an accretion disc until enough elements were swept together to cause a second generation star to form. Again fusing of elements took place until iron was reached at which point the star would again go supernova spreading its fused elements across the expanding universe. Third generation stars grew out of this debris. In this case, the elements formed were often radioactive, very heavy elements that were just roughly shoved together. The universe had to be as big as it is in order for us to have cell phones that often demand the presence of these heavy elements for their functionality.

In one of these regions of the expanding universe, around one of these second generation stars that we today fondly call our Sun, an accretion disc of discarded elements for first, second and third generation supernova fragments was formed. The elements on this particular accretion disc welded themselves together into a grouping of planets, one of which had just the right combination of land, water, atmosphere and solar radiation to provide suitable living quarters for...well, for what? There is nothing that the physics of this rocky outpost of material spinning around in the far reaches of the Milky Way could have done to make itself into anything more than just a rocky outpost. It was now time for the Creator to again step into history and introduce something composed of the elements of this previous creation but more complicated than anything ever to come before. It was called DNA. This is what I call the "Second Act of Creation." The bringing of life to lifeless minerals. A creation within creation that was far more spectacular than anything the physical system could ever have generated.

It is not within the scope of this present discussion to take up the wonder of this second act of creation. My favorite author, Bill Bryson, at this point in the discussion in his book A Short History of Nearly Everything, makes a leap of faith that could have carried him across the breadth of the Grand Canyon! He says that, "Whatever prompted life to begin, it happened just once. That is the most extraordinary fact in biology, perhaps the most extraordinary fact we know. Everything that has ever lived, plant or animal, dates its beginnings from the same primordial twitch. At some point in an unimaginably distant past some little bag of chemicals fidgeted to life. It absorbed some nutrients, gently pulsed, had a brief existence. This much may have happened before, perhaps many times. But this ancestral packet did something additional and extraordinary: it cleaved itself and produced an heir. A tiny bundle of genetic material passed from one living entity to another, and has never stopped moving since. It was the moment of creation for us all. Biologists sometimes call it the Big Birth."

Sorry, Bill, but that little bag of elements that "fidgeted to life" presumes some extraordinary force that stepped into history and created the first "simple" cell equipped with a "simple" strand of DNA. There is absolutely nothing simple about either of these things, but you lack the journalistic fortitude to call it what it is -- an act of GOD! It was done by the same God that did the squashing down of that original nerf ball cut by His compass from the Deep! But some of the lack of journalistic honesty was restored when later in Bill's book he admits that, "Ironically, considering that Darwin called his book On the Origin of Species, the one thing he couldn’t explain was how species originated."

But let me back up at this point and put a little more flesh on the bones of this idea that there is this huge, springy nerf-like substance that pervades the entire universe. The very idea of the existence of this substance has been the very much espoused by all early physicists, including Einstein. They called it the Luminescent Ether. This ether was what it was that vibrated up and down as light waves moved through it and which regulated the speed of light in the universe. But the very idea of this ether was discredited by the scientific work of Michelson and Morley whose experimentation showed that the speed of light was the same in all directions, in all seasons. This meant that there was no "ether drift" and therefore no ether. However, its presence and existence is back in vogue again with the talk of the "dark energy" of space and ideas like String Theory. And since the springs of the nerf ball, my analogy of the structure of the ether, are essential to the whole proposition that I am laying out here, it becomes necessary for me to point out where Michelson and Morley made their mistake in their measurements.

What these scientists did was to carefully measure the speed of light coming from the sun at two exactly opposite positions of the earth in its rotation around the sun. This guaranteed that the earth would be going in two different directions relative to any body of ether that they were lying within. Like the doppler effect for sound when a train is moving toward or away from you, they were looking for a doppler effect on the speed of light due to the shortening or lengthening of the wavelength if the light was plowing into the ether or moving along with it. There was no doppler effect seen; therefore the conclusion was that there is no ether. What I would point out, is that in my formulation of matter above, one can see that there is nothing solid and rigid like a measuring stick. All matter is actually embedded in and supported by the ether. So the measuring stick, made of ether and moving through the ether, is foreshortened by the same decree as the light wave is foreshortened. So no change in the speed could be measured.

And while you are thinking of this illustration, let me draw you mind to a similar illustration. Imagine that Isaac Newton had been a fish! A scientific fish who did all of his experiments inside of his watery laboratory. Tell me, would Newton the Fish have discovered the same laws of physics in his underwater laboratory as in his normal lab? After a moment of reflection you will have to admit that of course he would have. The laws of physics apply everywhere in the Newtonian Universe. However, there would be other terms that might enter into the equations; terms such as buoyancy and viscosity. But after adding these terms in, one would see that dropping a rock in water follows the same laws as above water. But if Newton, being a fish and not even realizing that there was a substance called water, would totally ignore water's effect, really weird things would seem to be happening. Dropping a block of wood would see it rise upward rather than falling downward! Weird things happen if he would ignore the underlying environment.

And the same kind of weirdisms happen in the Newtonian Universe if we ignore the ether. For example, at very small distances -- distances that are smaller than spacing of the springs in the nerf ball, the normal physics of light breaks down. Light needs a spring to travel along. So distances smaller than the spring spacing give rise to the weird properties of quantum physics. And at very large distances, at points that would lie outside of the expanding nerf ball, no springs are available to carry light and again quantum physics must be employed.

But you might wonder what ever got me thinking of a universe underlain with springy nerf in the first place. For full disclosure, I must say that this intriguing idea came from a man who spoke at our church about 25 years ago. He was an electrical engineer and a quasi-physicist. The ideas that he was laying out made my brain go numb within about 15 minutes. But the seed of the idea that he planted there has continued to grow. And as I read more and more about new scientific understanding, especially about cosmology and the physics of the universe, the ideas that were coming together in my head were being constantly bolstered by newer understanding like Sting Theory. What I was able to bring to the table, hopefully, was a way of simplifying complex ideas so that they were understandable by the non-physicist.

My attempt to do this has always been to use simple analogies. My starting analogy was this. Imagine that you are flying a 747 at 35,000 feet over the Himalaya Mountains and again over the wheat fields of Kansas. How much different would the plane fly in those environments? The answer is that they would fly basically the same, at least if the temperatures of the air was the same, because the air at 35,000 feet has the same properties of pressure, density and viscosity all over the world. So when I asked myself the question, "Why is the speed of light constant everywhere in the universe?" the answer seemed to fall out from the same proposition: there is some underlying substance that is controlling the speed of the light propagation that is everywhere present and the same throughout the universe. This is indeed the same kind of thinking that got people thinking about an underlying luminescent ether in the first place back in the 1800's.

The idea of the this ether being the same as the "Deep" talked about in Proverbs was an interesting insight. That there was indeed order present in the springy arrangement of the nerf ball prior to the creation event gave a way of understanding where all the intricate order of that came out of the "Big Bang" came from. How was it possible that all of this order could fall out of a big explosion? That was a question that had always bothered me. But in this formulation, one can see how all of this came together. The order existed in the Deep was the orderly arrangement of the springs. The Deep was energized by the hands of God. The creation of light happened when God released his hands. There was not a Big Bang. There was a Big Expansion. And that expansion will continue until the Deep, the nerf ball, hits the rest of the Deep that it was cut from. At that point, like the joining of two oceans, light from inside our universe can flow into the surrounding heavens like wave passing from one ocean into another.

This way of viewing the universe also helped me to solve one of the key quandaries of physics. How can one propose a theory that unites all of the forces in the universe together. In particular, how does one explain how gravity relates to the speed of light? And what exactly is gravity? In the formulation given here, the speed of light is controlled by the springiness of the springs, Planck's constant is the spacing of the springs of the nerf, and gravity is the surface tension of the entirety of the springy volume attempting to minimize its energy content. The observed expansion of the universe is just the nerf moving outward to return to its uncompressed volume. The cosmic background radiation is the bouncing of the primordial light back from having reached the far surfaces of the expanding nerf. Matter is eternal since it is composed of light. Matter releases tremendous energy when its spinning photons are split apart. And the overall physics of the nerf caused the condensation of matter into it at small radii and the stars did the work to modify that matter into higher orders of matter.

And right there in the middle of all of this creation stands the God who knew that if He were only to apply the tremendous energy of compression, that a beautiful universe of purpose would result. And in one small corner of that universe, he would come back and instill life as His second act of creation. And then He would chose one of the supreme creatures that life would bring forth, and infuse that creature with Love, the third act of creation! A love for the God who had made it all happen and a love for learning that would allow that creature to try, in a desperate pursuit of understanding, to see how that God could have made it all happen in the first place! And by also dropping the "owners manual," the Bible, into the mix, to allows mankind to know why He made it happen in the first place. All-in-all, an interesting way to view the world and our place in it.